Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.